Did 1,000 words this morning, in less than an hour. I’m going to tell myself that’s good. Quantity wise at least. The quality will come with the rewrites. Won’t it?
Have to say it is a bit of a struggle. Getting into work early to write requires my wife bringing the kids to school and, with the weather this week, that’s not a very nice thing to do really. Leaving my wife to walk or bus it in the driving rain. I’m a bad husband and daddy! At least when my wife asks, still dripping with rain, how did you do, I can say ‘1,000 words’.
I would love to get a week from work (and my family – can I say that?) and make some serious progress. My novel is dragging out a bit and I feel the end is still a good way off. And I know once I reach that, I have some serious organising and rewriting to do before it can be even be called a first draft.
I’ve been concentrating on one of my three main characters for a while now and I feel I have almost lost the other two and need to start getting into their heads again very soon.
Time is a problem. I can’t get around that. I feel jealous when I glance at blogs of other writers and they have most of the day. But some full time writers have told me loads of time is not necessarily a good thing and I can understand that too.
So out of the trench of crime fiction and side-stepping into the fetid trench of crime fact.